The Secret to A Sexy Life Is Actually an Unsexy Daily Routine

Life happens in the interlude

The last 2 years have been unreal.

Almost knocked up a girl. Lost my grandfather. A shoulder-injuring gym scuffle drove me to start Muay Thai. My first heart-drumming cold approach — morphed into a habit of picking up girls.

Bought a dream car. Turned “red pill” and worshipped Rollo. Got a forearm tattoo sleeve—and made out with the receptionist who called me “obnoxious”.

Dropped 3 tabs of acid after a heart-breaking date — only to go celibate from the next morning. Signed up for my first kickboxing tournament.

And stumbled into (possibly) the love of my life at a rock climbing gym!

All that’s only 10% of the roller coaster ride—that strangers I meet seem to find delight in listening to.

But my regular daily life?

Workout. Work. Read. Sleep. Repeat.

Beyond this mind-bogglingly counter-intuitive idea lies a deep truth about the universe.